It lurks in living rooms across the nation. Its incandescent glow throws eerie dancing shadows on the ceiling. It is not alone, with siblings diligently sitting in bedrooms, kitchens and even bathrooms throughout suburbia. Yes, the humble television set has stepped in as confidant, baby sitter and even counsellor for a whole generation of people.

It is an amazing piece of technology that TV is. What other medium causes ordinary individuals to suddenly act stupidly, seemingly waving to people they assume will be watching? But we all seem fascinated by it and even more so, the fame it generates.

Think back to when you were younger and standing there, in front of the bathroom mirror, with perfect poise pretending to be anchor of your very own television show. We have all, at some time in our lives, stood there, gazing into our reflection pretending we were staring down the camera lens. For some it was long ago, others, well, just yesterday - but enough secrets from the privacy of my bathroom.

For me, I have always flirted with, well many things: the refrigerator, the girls at the coffee shop for an occasional free soy latte, my reflection – but one idea I have always entertained, but never engaged, is me on television.

You see, I have always thought I would make a great newsreader. With my outrageously modest good looks, my penchant for pronunciation and my dapper for dialogue, I would no doubt be perfect for this role.

Working at the big T, there are not many occasions I can reach out and stroke the fleece of fame by appearing on television. Sure there was my reign as the trusting face of the corporate employee communications videos and the occasional random ‘walk-on’ appearance in television news stories, but I crave constant consistency.

So when I heard BigPond was launching their very own weekend sports show, BigPond Sports Weekend - (bigpondsport.com) I naturally thought the audition process would include a call through to yours truly inviting to sit a screen test. Sadly, my phone still sits silent, waiting for that call.

Look, to be honest, the breadth of knowledge I have about sport is limited to AFL, tennis, football, the basic rules of cricket and of course badminton (see my blog 23 April 2007: 'Some things should remain unsaid'). Surely that is no barrier to launch my highly anticipated career on the small screen in mobile and online broadcasting?

Television is all about trust, and quite frankly, nothing screams trust more than your favourite Generation Y blogger, suited up behind a desk, crisply ironed shirt and sensibly picked tie with just-as-sensible Windsor knot, reading an auto-cue. What’s more, I have experience. Forget the wealth of corporate videos I have fronted, way, way, way, way back when I was just a politely spoken child with awkward hair and hand-knitted jumpers, I was a news reader. Sure it was at the Royal Show, part of the ABC stand and I was no taller than the desk, but I showed sophistication beyond my meagre years and the poise of a professional news reader.

You see, it all begins with baby steps. First online and web and then, who knows, it could be this magnificent mug as TV anchor, greeting you each night to deliver the news.

Yes, that seductive screen sitting there in the living room, kitchen, bedroom and even bathroom across the nation could well glow with the ambient radiance of yours-truly as I utter, “Good evening, here is the news…” Of course before then, it is back to more than subtle hints about appearing on the box and me gazing more into the mirror.